[Connor idly notes down "lack of personal hygiene" under the little file he has created for Nanba in his head.]

I see. It's worth a try.

[Connor lets Nanba tug him over to the bench, not bothered by the contact. It's always nice to be touched, in his opinion. Sitting by Nanba, he looks around appreciatively at the scene before giving Nanba an expectant smile.]

I hope the birds take to me as well as they've taken to you. Can you get them to eat out of your hand?

[He wants a bird to eat out of his hand, okay.]